I’ve neglected writing. It isn’t because I’ve been so occupied by life that I haven’t had the need to talk to you. This morning, in the moments before my eyes open to that pale, grey light between night and day, I was thinking that the time I have lived since you died has been grey like that first morning light.

Rainy season was dry. Now dry season is wet and rains are flooding the middle of Belize, closing passages to the caves due to high water.